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Emily Brontë

1818 AD — 1848 AD

Emily Brontë’s novel gives memorable words to different generations and narrators. Read Catherine’s declaration about Heathcliff beside Nelly’s response to the younger Cathy, preserving the distinction between feeling and conduct.

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Life and writing

The catalogue identifies Emily Brontë with lifetime years 1818–1848 and credits David Price for the electronic text. Wuthering Heights places stories inside other people’s recollections, so a sentence’s speaker matters. This checked English edition supplies local context for two existing extracts. Its catalogue HTML ISBN identifies the digital edition; neither the print publisher nor a composition date for the archive passages is established here.

Project Gutenberg catalogue — Wuthering Heights ↗Checked related reading — Wuthering Heights ↗ Catalogue identity/lifetime and linked edition credits, framing or cast

In Chapter IX, Catherine Earnshaw tells Nelly that she and Heathcliff share a nature. Heathcliff leaves after overhearing an earlier part of the conversation, before hearing this declaration. Chapter XXII concerns the younger Catherine and her ill father: Nelly asks that promises made in fear be supported by deeds. The selected extracts match this text under limited normalization. They belong to different speakers and generations, rather than a single statement of the author’s personal advice.

Checked related reading — Wuthering Heights ↗ Chapter IX; Catherine Earnshaw speaks to Nelly about Heathcliff; Chapter XXII; Nelly answers the younger Catherine about her father’s illness

Reading this voice

Read Chapter IX through Heathcliff’s departure, then Chapter XXII through Nelly’s reply. Keep Catherine Earnshaw distinct from her daughter. Notice how an overheard fragment and a fearful promise change what words can accomplish in their scenes.

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Profile sources and editorial status

Original agent-assisted editorial profile, checked 2026-10-05. No human review is recorded. Life dates are recorded to the year; they do not date individual quotations.

  • Project Gutenberg catalogue — Wuthering Heights ↗

    Checked identity/lifetime, specific digital edition, any supplied HTML ISBN and US-public-domain basis. Automatic synopsis and digital dates do not establish quotation wording or composition dates. Reference checked 2026-10-05.

  • Checked related reading — Wuthering Heights ↗

    Complete selected English extracts, adjacent speaker/context and available edition credits checked. Limited normalization; no whole-corpus authentication or human review. Reference checked 2026-10-05.

Archive entries

06Undated
I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you. What were the use of my creation, if I were entirely contained here? My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.
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07Undated
You teach me now how cruel you've been - cruel and false. Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they'll blight you - they'll damn you. You loved me - what right had you to leave me? What right - answer me - for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will did it. I have no broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the worse for me that I am strong. Do I want to live? What kind of living will it be when you - Oh, God! would you like to lie with your soul in the grave?
Emily Brontë / quote
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09Undated
May she wake in torment!" he cried, with frightful vehemence, stamping his foot, and groaning in a sudden paroxysm of ungovernable passion. "Why, she's a liar to the end! Where is she? Not there—not in heaven—not perished—where? Oh! you said you cared nothing for my sufferings! And I pray one prayer—I repeat it till my tongue stiffens—May she wake in torment!" he cried, with frightful vehemence, stamping his foot, and groaning in a sudden paroxysm of ungovernable passion. "Why, she's a liar to the end! Where is she? Not there—not in heaven—not perished—where? Oh! you said you cared nothing for my sufferings! And I pray one prayer—I repeat it till my tongue stiffens—Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you—haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!
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20Undated
LinesI die but when the grave shall pressThe heart so long endeared to theeWhen earthy cares no more distressAnd earthy joys are nought to me.Weep not, but think that I have pastBefore thee o'er the sea of gloom.Have anchored safe and rest at lastWhere tears and mouring can not come.'Tis I should weep to leave thee hereOn that dark ocean sailing drearWith storms around and fears beforeAnd no kind light to point the shore.But long or short though life may be'Tis nothing to eternity.We part below to meet on highWhere blissful ages never die.
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22Undated
Hope Was but a timid friend;She sat without the grated den,Watching how my fate would tend,Even as selfish-hearted men.She was cruel in her fear;Through the bars one dreary day,I looked out to see her there,And she turned her face away!Like a false guard, false watch keeping,Still, in strife, she whispered peace;She would sing while I was weeping;If I listened, she would cease.False she was, and unrelenting;When my last joys strewed the ground,Even Sorrow saw, repenting,Those sad relics scattered round;Hope, whose whisper would have givenBalm to all my frenzied pain,Stretched her wings, and soared to heaven,Went, and ne'er returned again!
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